At the risk of terribly dating myself, I remember listening to Hank Sr. (Williams, of course)on the old crank style record player and being blown away even at the age of 5 or so. Three Bells by the Browns gave me Jim Ed Brown and my Dad taught me that there'll never be another Jim Reeves. My trusty old AM radio introduced me to Al Martino and I just melted. My first LP was Roger Miller, Second Time Around and my last was Bad Company's first LP.(I still have them and many more)The rest of the list is varied according to my mood:
Patsy Cline (of course)
Harry Chapin
Gordy came in about this time
Livingston Taylor (James brother)
David Clayton-Thomas
Uriah Heep
Willie Nelson (when he had short hair)
Lou Reed blew me away with Berlin
All the others seem to fill in the blanks and connect the dots. Now I can at least appreciate, if not totally like, except hip-hop or rap stuff. Give me a break, I've got four grandkids that are ages one to ten!
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